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There was a reason he'd been hesitant to move in closer and unsure about initiating this kiss: kisses were more intimate, and while Varric had had his share of fun in life, he tended to save certain things for people he had some kind of connection with.

Fenris was one of his best friends, and it was a damn sight more than "some kind of connection." Some of that poured through the kiss, in how his lips parted, how slow and languid the kiss was, how gently he stroked their tongues together, how deeply and slowly he explored, moaning softly into the kiss. How his hips rocked against Fenris's hand, seeking more, but keeping with the gentle rhythm of their lips.

Just as slowly and gently as lips moved against lips, he started to move his hands. Varric's tunic had many little fasteners to get out of the way, and he worked them free one at a time. There was skin he still wanted to touch, a bared chest he wanted to explore. How much of Varric's clothing could he take off before there was protest? He was more than willing to find out.

Soon enough, those deft fingers were at the laces of Varric's pants. Not exactly a thorough job at undressing him. There was a perhaps understandable reluctance to part Varric's hand from its stroking.

Varric kissed him throughout the undressing, and only moved to briefly shrug his arms, one at a time, out of the tunic. He moved as efficiently as possible and resumed stroking immediately, giving his cock a gentle twist with his palm rubbing over the head as apology for moving.

There was no protest from him as nimble fingers worked at the laces, nor when his pants started to open. If need be he would help kick them off, but for now he was content to let Fenris take the lead.

That extra bit of attention made Fenris' hands stop and his breath catch, hips moving to follow the caresses. So distracting in such a perfect way. He moaned into Varric's mouth, unable to hate how easily he was manipulated. It felt too good for him to complain, even a little.

But once he could, one hand did slip down, beneath Varric's trousers, and... presumed.

Presumed to follow the curve of Varric's rear and give it a slow squeeze, nails skimming skin when he let go. Oh, he liked doing that. It was going to be hard to keep his hands off now that he knew how good Varric's ass felt in his hands.

Varric made a low, rough noise and kissed Fenris harder, his hand squeezing just a little bit tighter. Oh, he liked making Fenris moan like that, the way he had under that extra bit of touching. He was having a hard time of his own with keeping his hands off- and now, with concentrating while Fenris's own hands wandered.

So he deepened the kiss even more, and nipped at the elf's lip less than gently.

"Mmmh--" Apparently that was welcome. Fenris chased that bite with lips and tongue, insistent with every brush of lip, every dab of a lick -- and all the while, he pushed down at Varric's waistband, fighting to get those pants out of the way. This had been the subject of too many fantasies. He had decided time and again how it would happen, but the reality was always, perpetually, different. The reality was hope and eagerness and need as his hands sought skin, kneading Varric's thigh as the dwarf teased him with those kisses and the knowing touch of his hand.

It was when he pulled Varric's lower lip into his mouth, nipping and sucking, that he fit his hand to the hardness between Varric's leg, giving a slow squeeze. Maker's balls but soon, if he had his way, he'd have his mouth on that, and he looked forward to that moment.

"Ah-" At long last, a real moan tore from his lips, desperate and hungry.

It felt like years he'd been on this bed, teasing Fenris, touching Fenris, watching Fenris, doing everything to Fenris, while his own needs, his own reaction went entirely ignored. To finally, finally have a hand where he wanted it most was enough to make Varric moan deeply into the kiss, giving a low almost-growl at that slow squeeze.

One hand tightened in Fenris's hair, pulling his head back to expose that long neck. With a groan Varric dove in, biting hungry, open-mouthed kisses along his neck, not content until he left a mark and Fenris made a noise.

Finally.

When Varric's mouth found his throat, that hand in his hair, he moaned aloud and had to hold on to him, shivering with the pleasure of it. His skin, between the marks, was smooth and unmarred thanks to quick healing and potions, but Varric had seen him bruise before - and that was something his mouth could easily do.

And it was encouragement for Fenris to be even more blunt with his attentions. He pushed his hand beneath Varric's smalls, skin finding skin and, with a shift of his wrist, stroking it, pulling his cock free of his skivvies for Fenris' touch. The hot, hard length more than lived up to Fenris' fantasies, making him decide that someday, he fully intended to be pinned to the bed with this cock inside him.

Varric moaned and thrust his hips against Fenris's hand, growling against the elf's long neck. The attention made him gasp and made his blood run hot, igniting a desire to see Fenris fall apart as completely as he wanted to.

So, he kissed and bit his way up Fenris's throat until he found the elf's ear- then caught it in his teeth and tugged lightly.

He had gotten moans and groans and whimpers and begs. When he bit at Fenris' ear, Varric finally got a cry, the elf's control, all that will he spent to keep quiet, falling apart in the face of that sensation. Not even Isabela had paid much attention to his ears, but Varric's bite had him thrusting against his hand and whining in Tevene. "F-fasta-- Close, fucking-- please," he bit out at last, panting between words, the words disjointed as his distracted brain flailed at Trade grammar.

That reaction surprised the hell out of him. He'd expected something - I mean, ears like that, you expect elves to have a Thing about them - but that noise made him gasp and shudder into Fenris's hand.

Then he had to go and beg, and Varric smirked wickedly, slowing his movements even more. He dragged his tongue along the long, pointed rim of the elf's ear and nibbled at the tip gently, still keeping his hand moving at a glacial pace.

He whimpered. He even whined a soft, "Varric, amasio-- cruel--" as his hips strained for more, trying to take what Varric was so stubbornly slowly giving. It made his hand lose its rhythm on Varric's length, the smooth stroking becoming a series of fits and starts as he strained for what he'd lost.

Varric was learning to play him like a harp, finding every place on his body that elicited a reaction and using it against him. He should be angry, he thought, or at least impatient, but there was something sweet about this particular kind of frustration.

The loss of rhythm was disappointing but a victory: it meant Fenris was starting to lose it, sliding into desperation, into real need. Varric worked him over like that for a few minutes longer, with painfully slow strokes that ended in his palm sliding over the head, and gentle nips at the elf's delicate ear.

Finally, when Fenris was well and truly desperate, he nipped at Fenris's ear hard, tightened his grip, and sped up his strokes, pumping his cock relentlessly.

"That's right," he growled, dragging Fenris's earlobe in his teeth and stroking him hard. "Come on, gorgeous."

His heart did a funny thing when Varric called him gorgeous, but thinking about that was pushed aside in favour of following exactly the sort of order that he liked. His mouth sought Varric's and, almost as soon as lips touched lips, his climax hit, leaving him panting. The attempt at a kiss was aborted as he thrust, fucking Varric's hand as strand after strand of white spattered hand and skin and bedcovers.

Fenris was left shivering, smiling dreamily against Varric's mouth, and starting to sag onto the mattress like a ragdoll. It was the strongest climax he'd had in... ever, he was sure, and whatever deity was listening preserve him, but he hoped it was the first of many.

Varric kissed his forehead and was content to cradle him there, but... he looked down at his hand. And the bedcovers. And...

"Dang, Broody, you know how to make a mess," he said mildly. Varric was forced to extricate his other hand from underneath Fenris to grab the nearest thing- which, regrettably, turned out to be his tunic. Whatever, he had others, and he was paying through the nose for laundry service here.

Once they were cleaned up, he returned to wrapping himself around Fenris protectively. He felt obligated to get as much of his skin on Fenris's skin as possible, just in case of... something. Knowing that his touch could soothe the pain made the already wonderful skin-to-skin contact even more precious.

His arms wound around Varric and he gave a contented sigh. He still owed Varric - fully intended to do what he'd promised, too - but it would have to wait until he was a little more physically able. "You teased me forever," he groaned, voice gone low and warm and happy, "and you're surprised at the amount after? I'm going to enjoy teaching you about this."

Because with that kiss, surely it wouldn't stop here. That kiss, the way he was being held - there would be more chances, and he wanted every single one. He even took the opportunity to kiss him again, soft and almost chaste with one hand sliding up to toy with the ends of his hair. "But," Fenris purred, lips against Varric's, "you do seem to be a fast learner."

"O-Oh, really~?" Varric simpered, doing an admirably bad impression of a blushing young maiden. "I- I don't know, serah, they didn't teach us about this in Chantry school~!"

He snorted and nuzzled his whiskery face into Fenris's neck, making sure to rub his stubble all up on the elf before pulling away. "I'm not that fuckin' new, I know how sex works."

The scrub of whiskers on skin made him squirm and laugh, halfheartedly trying to get away when he didn't really want away at all.

His stomach gave a little flip. That was... new. Very new. A little frightening. It was one thing to want sex with the same partner again and again. Good sex was something to come back for. But now, with the rush of arousal slowly easing, he was surprised at himself. Pleased and surprised. The attachment - the feeling behind the kiss. It lingered. And it made him nestle in close.

"Not sex with men, I'd imagine. And that, I can teach you about." But after a pause and a nuzzle of his own, he added, "When you want."

"Men? Ehhhhg, I don't know," Varric said with a somewhat absurd cringe-face. "Can I just stick with you? I don't know if Kirkwall's ready for me to start eating at the flesh buffet."

Yes, Fenris. Sex with Varric means stupid, corny jokes, whiskers on skin, and kisses. One of which Varric started up immediately.

The joke made him smirk. The whiskers made him laugh. The kiss made him sigh and smile against Varric's mouth. But his words had reminded Fenris of a certain heated statement that he needed to make come true. With his mouth occupied, he drew his hands down along Varric's shoulders, over his chest where he skimmed all of his fingers through the chest hair he had swiftly come to appreciate and over nipples he hoped were as sensitive as his - all with the intent of going ever further. Varric's cock needed his attention.

Varric hummed appreciatively into the kiss at those fingers on his chest, and gathered Fenris closer to kiss him a little deeper. Then hands wandered more, and Varric groaned softly, encouraging. As Fenris kept touching, his hands going further south, he made soft noises of appreciation and kept Fenris close, seemingly unwilling to part with any skin-to-skin contact at all. His own hands wandered at one point, cupping Fenris's ass and giving it a good squeeze. It was one of the only remaining spots on his body that hadn't been relieved of the markings' pain yet, and it seemed as good a reason as any to grope him.

And that grope was a reason to nip his lower lip. "I told you," he murmured, "that I would use my mouth on you. Do you still want it, or do you want my hands?"

Or his ass, he would've offered, but that seemed to be occupied. He pushed his rear against Varric's squeezing fingers, moaning against his lips, shameless in his enjoyment.

Varric moaned back, catching Fenris's mouth for another lingering kiss before murmuring, "You think I'd pass up those lips, Broody? Have you even seen yourself? I've been thinking about your mouth for weeks."

He squeezed Fenris's ass in emphasis.

"You'll have to let go of my ass for that, you know," he purred, amusement and maybe even mischief in his eyes for all he was having issues of his own. Now that he had the option to kiss, it wasn't something he wanted to stop. It was the trust as much as the attraction that made him want to stay close. Despite his gentle chiding, he was the one to lean in this time, giving kiss after soft kiss as his fingers worked the tie from Varric's hair.

Varric kissed him back gently, hands kneading at Fenris's ass. He sighed at the hands in his hair, and once the tie was gone he shook his head gently to let his hair shake out. It was a good look for him, though he never thought so: hair falling around his face, looking for all the world like one of the heroes on the covers of his romance novels.

"I guess I can manage that," he answered between kisses, letting his hands move up to the elf's waist.

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